John said, “You try telling Rover that. He doesn’t listen to me.”The guard frowned and said, “He’s supposed to be on a leash.”John laughed...at the suggestion of putting Rover on a leash. He said, “That’s a wild animal, not a pet. You don’t do anything to that animal unless he wants it.”“It’s with you.”“Yes, but I don’t own him. He followed me out of a forest and hasn’t let me get out of his sight, since.”Rover sat down and stared at the guard. He licked his paw. The claws were clearly visible.. "You don't know a thing about Liam do you?" he taunts."What the fuck is that suppose to mean?" I snap."Do you know the reason why he's disappointed by you? Have you actually sat down and thought about it?" Oh for fuck sake... Are you trying to make me feel worse than I already do?" No, I'm trying to help because you're too thick to even see what it is exactly that you're doing wrong. It's laughable, really." Thanks..." I respond, turning on my heel to ignore him."Liam isn't someone who. Make me your woman permanently! Make me mother your black baby!" She whispered hungrily in my ear as I near came at her words."You know you want to. You want to fuck a black baby into my white womb! You want to breed me black and make me mother our children. I'll come over to your college everyday when my belly is showing our baby growing, just so you can brag how you knocked up some rich white slut with your black baby, made her a whore for your black cock and had her begging to be your baby. Later that evening; Mark Wyatt from the funeral home called and I went to the funeral home to make the arrangements. After expressing his regrets concerning Claire; I told him I had a special request and to please hear me out before he replied. I had played golf in a foursome with Mark on several occasions and had heard enough comments from him to know that he took some liberties with his female "clients". I also knew that Mark, who was divorced, had the hots for my wife but she was turned off.